Nightshift 33: Janitor's Closet
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Winry had to squint to see the sign on the door, but it was right there, not far from the mail room; Janitor's closet, prospective location of tools. She tried the handle, and found it locked. She had anticipated for that, and had spent the afternoon pulling apart pens, hangers, and whatever she could find to pick locks with. She'd kept all of her prospective makeshift picks tucked away in her bra, and went through them in succession. It happened pretty easily, for how crude her tools were; it would be no problem at all with conventional tools. She grinned as she heard the bolt click and turned open the door, picking up her notebook and flashlight and looking around at all the opportunities she saw on the dark shelves.
She was going to need a bag.
Winry had to squint to see the sign on the door, but it was right there, not far from the mail room; Janitor's closet, prospective location of tools. She tried the handle, and found it locked. She had anticipated for that, and had spent the afternoon pulling apart pens, hangers, and whatever she could find to pick locks with. She'd kept all of her prospective makeshift picks tucked away in her bra, and went through them in succession. It happened pretty easily, for how crude her tools were; it would be no problem at all with conventional tools. She grinned as she heard the bolt click and turned open the door, picking up her notebook and flashlight and looking around at all the opportunities she saw on the dark shelves.
She was going to need a bag.